Yuan Wei, the team manager who was pulled over to act as the driver, shook his head helplessly, stepped on the accelerator even more tightly, and the van drove towards the team base at lightning speed.
When they got to the place, the five leather monkeys in the back seat ran out of the car as if someone was chasing them, and disappeared in a flash.
Mo Huaifeng didn't move, but raised his eyes slightly, "You have something to tell me?"
Yuan Wei: "I went to the hospital with A Xiao in the morning. The doctor said that his hands were not only strained, but also had tenosynovitis. He must rest for a period of time and undergo conservative treatment, and no more high-intensity training. If it doesn't work, surgery must be considered."
Mo Huaifeng didn't have much expression on his face, but his slender fingers took out a pack of cigarettes in the storage box of the car, and the other hand picked up the lighter to light it. The temperature in his eyes was a little cold: "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is..." Yuan Wei glanced at him cautiously, a little panicked, "Oh God, don't look at me like that, I've already fought with the club, and they agreed to only let us recruit a jungler substitute, According to A Xiao's situation, they will take turns to play. After preparing for a year, the club has to ensure that the Mix team is complete, and if there is any special situation with A Xiao, there will be time to remedy it."
Mo Huaifeng's mood gradually warmed up. Although his face was still expressionless, the gloomy aura disappeared, and he said, "Yes."
Yuan Wei: "What about the candidate, Lord Fi, do you have any suggestions?"
Mo Huaifeng glanced at him, unable to deny it.
Yuan Wei sighed, took out the photo album on his mobile phone, and said earnestly to the screen: "This is the former jungler of the North American Wild Fox team. Last year, he had some conflicts with the team and retired; this is Korean, the first batch of "Heroes" Professional players. Now the hand speed is not as good as before, but the experience and skills are very rich; this is... "
Yuan Wei talked about five foreign players while talking, and Mo Huaifeng reached out and turned off his mobile phone screen.
Yuan Wei: "?"
Mo Huaifeng: "When I first joined Mix, I said that this team can only be an all-Chinese class, and the same goes for the substitutes."
Yuan Wei turned on the phone again, and said "I knew it would be like this", "The club has considered this, and will prepare the information of several compatriots later. Although the qualifications and skills are not as good as foreign players, they are still good good… "
Mo Huaifeng stubbed out the cigarette, took Yuan Wei's cell phone away, turned a few pages back, and suddenly stopped.
Yuan Wei leaned over, "This is a game anchor who appeared a year ago. The game skills are considered to be above average, not as good as professional, but the occasional dirty tricks are okay, and I have a lot of fans."
"I saw him play two games." Mo Huaifeng's tone was light, thoughtful, "Prediction and awareness are very good."
"Yeah?"
Yuan Wei couldn't help but glanced at the photo of the host whose ID was nowhere in sight. The eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy was smiling warmly at the camera, with a harmless and gentle appearance.
—Oh, by the way, Mo Huaifeng's "not bad" used to be an evaluation of the number one mid laner in China.
So Yuan Wei said: "I have also followed him, but he doesn't seem to have played games very long. When he first became an anchor, his skills were really poor. I don't know if he can be competent-"
"Skills can be strengthened through acquired practice. Accurate prediction and awareness are more important." Mo Huaifeng twitched the corners of his lips, "It's like you are a master, but I still don't want to rank you up."
Yuan Wei: "Hehe."
Mo Huaifeng picked up the hat that was buttoned to the side, lifted his butt lazily and opened the car door, "Don't contact him in a hurry, I'll observe for a while."
The car door was buckled tightly, and he stepped into the base without looking back.